The villains, you see, were pet thieves Their shirts had gigantical sleeves They put the pets there But the cat and dog hair Made them both uncontrollably sneeze
The tall one was meanest by far On his forehead a jagged red scar He had yellowish eyes His teeth were like knives And his breath smelled like turnips and tar
When they saw mackenzie they ran Knocking over the corner fruit stand Watermelons and pears Launched high up in the air Seemed to dance on some secret command
It was marvelous how they all fell Where the thieves went the fruit went as well The berries went "splat” On that plaid yellow hat And the shopkeeper started to yell
Over the sound of the fruit vendor's grumbling From the sleeves of the thieves came a rumbling First a rip then a tear Then a bursting of hair From the midst of that gigantical jumbling